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dreamylittlesugarcube · 2 years

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Check Me Out

Genre: Romance, Fluff

Characters: Reader x Kyungsoo

Summary: You find yourself attracted to Kyungsoo, a regular at the library where you work. Will love blossom between the shelves?

A/N: Anyone else feel like Kyungsoo just fits in a library? I just picture him going to libraries, enjoying the silence, and sitting for hours reading books about cooking. Apologies in advance, I’ve been in a very punny mood lately :) As a newer writer, any feedback is greatly appreciated!

*Note: picture is not owned by me, credit to original owner(s)*

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Tick, tick, tick, tick tick

For what seems like the millionth time today, you turn to see if the clock hands have changed position at all since the last time you checked 1:33 PM, the hands read. Has it really only been three minutes since you last checked the clock? Thursday afternoons tend to be pretty quiet at the library where you work, with mostly just regulars wandering in to take their usual spots, like the little old ladies crocheting in the plush seats by the window, the mothers in the children’s section reading picture books to their toddlers, or the job seekers perfecting their resumes on the library computers.

And in exactly 27 minutes, there will also be him. Do Kyungsoo. You’d met Kyungsoo about three months ago when he’d wandered into the library looking to check out a particular Gordon Ramsey cookbook. He was beautiful, there was really no other way to describe him. Fluffy black hair, big brown eyes, lush-looking lips, and a dark pair of glasses that gave him a serious aura that you found absolutely alluring. His rich, deep voice gave you chills. In your deepest fantasies, you wonder what it would be like to hear that honeyed voice whispering in your ear at night—-

Your Kyungsoo-fueled reverie is interrupted by a patron requesting your help to find a book that wasn’t where the catalog said it should be. After locating the book, which had been mistakenly shelved in the fiction section, you attempt to distract yourself with other tasks to keep yourself from focusing back on the time once again. You enter the remaining book returns into the system and pull the cart towards the shelves to begin putting the books back into their rightful spots. You fall into a well-known rhythm as you move from shelf to shelf. You stop for a brief moment, to run your fingers down the cover of a just-returned copy of Pride and Prejudice, your favorite book. You quickly flip through the book to find your favorite scene, the one at the ball where Mr. Darcy and Elizabeth first meet and their romance begins. As you take your time scanning over the familiar words, you are startled by the sound of a throat being cleared and a deep voice saying your name.

“Y/N”.

You close your eyes and bask in the sound of your name rolling off his lips, your ears perking up to take in any other sound his lips might utter. Butterflies’ wings beat at the inside of your stomach and the air takes on the same hyper-electric feel that it always does when in his presence. You feel a soft tap on your shoulder and you turn to see Kyungsoo very much in your space.

“Y/N”, he tries again, “I didn’t see you at the circulation desk when I came in and I was wondering if you were here today.” He smiles, his cheeks puffing up in such a way that makes you want to reach out and gently pinch them between your fingers. In his hands he’s holding another cookbook, Mastering the Art of French Cooking, Volume 1 by Julia Child.

“Taking a trip to France, now I see. That’s a bit of a departure from the Japanese cookbook you checked out last week, “ you joke. Kyungsoo was an avid amateaur chef who loved to learn how to make anything and everything. Last week, he’d come in for a book about the art of sushi-making, the week before that it was an Italian cookbook claiming to have the best recipe for spaghetti bolognese within its pages.

“It definitely is,” Kyungsoo laughed, “It’s a lot of fun to know how to cook many different types of food.” Kyungsoo took out his phone and motioned you over as he flipped through picture after picture of sushi rolls that looked pretty impressive in your humble opinion.

As you peer over his shoulder, you are hit with the smell of Kyungsoo’s cologne, a mild and clean scent that isn’t too overpowering. Perfect for Kyungsoo. You take in another quiet breath, enjoying this closeness, this silence. Abruptly, you realize that Kyungsoo is no longer talking. You glance up to see Kyungsoo’s eyes trained on your face, lips parted, as though he’d lost his train of thought mid-sentence. The seconds tick by, neither of you moving to break eye contact or move out of each other’s space. Kyungsoo’s hand slowly moves to brush your hair behind your ear, then sliding down to gently stroke your chin. You feel hypersensitive, the impression of Kyungsoo’s touch on your skin is magnified and the smell of his cologne overwhelms your senses. He starts to gently pull your face towards his own….

Ring, ring, ring, ring

The sound of the phone at the circulation desk, causes both of you to jump, breaking the spell you both were under. In a daze, you move rotely towards the desk to answer the phone, leaving Kyungsoo between the bookshelves, hidden from sight. By the time you finished assisting the patron on the phone with an interlibrary transfer request, you’d managed to get your bearings straight.

Professionalism in the workplace. Professional in the workplace. Professionalism in the workplace…, you chant to yourself, feeling heat on the back of your neck at the thought of almost kissing a patron while on the clock. Granted, there was nothing against seeing patrons outside of work, this wasn’t a medical profession, after all. But you had a sneaking suspicion that your boss might frown upon romantic frolicking whilst on the job. You sneak a glance towards the spot where you left Kyungsoo, but he’s nowhere in sight.

Did he leave? Was he hiding? Had he sunk through the floor, never to be seen or heard from again? You don’t know, but you are suddenly very interested in rearranging the small jars of paperclips, tacks, and binder clips on your desk. In the midst of your mini-redecoration, you hear the *thunk* of books being plopped down, ready for checkout. You turn around to see Kyungsoo standing in front of you, cool as a cucumber, with two books in-hand. Looking at him now, it’s hard to imagine that not 10 minutes ago, his face had been six inches from your face, his lips six inches from your lips. You keep your eyes focused on your task as you scan Mastering the Art of French Cooking, Vol. 1. You move to scan the second book, The Beginner’s Guide teo Cheesemaking at Home, but Kyungsoo stops you.

“I’ll just take this one, the second one’s for you, there’s something interesting in there that I think you might like”. Kyungsoo gives you an enigmatic smile as he slings the cookbook under his arm, grabs the receipt, and makes his way out the door.

You look down at the book in your hand, confused. A near-kiss and he leaves you with a book on making cheese at home? Curious, you move to speed-flip through the book. As the pages go by, your eyes catch a sliver of yellow. You turn back to that page to find a recipe for making gouda cheese. Just below the recipe you see a yellow post it note that reads:

We go really “gouda” together. I’m very “fondue” of you. This might sound “cheesy”, but I’d love to get to know you “chedda”.

Just below his lines of “cheesy” puns, he’d listed a phone number. You get out your phone and quickly add his number to your contacts. You type up a message and hit the send button before you have time to rethink your decisions.

That was a little cheesy, but still grate. Coffee tomorrow? You watch as the little dots appear, signaling Kyungsoo’s imminent response.

*bing*

Yes, that would brie great! ;)

~~~~~~~~The End~~~~~~~~~~

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uwua3 · 4 years

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i stumbled across your blog and i adore your writing!! if it’s not too much to ask, can i get some fluffy cafe date hcs w/ kazu?

YES!!!!!!!!! kazunari Best Boy ever ♡_♡ but thank you so much for the support!!! i hope you’ll adore this piece as well~

summary: you’re kazunari’s greatest gift of them all this christmas

author’s note: i know it’s summer, but this is a christmas! kazunari who is spontaneous and loves the holiday spirit ♡ i miss christmas so much even though i don’t celebrate. enjoy the puns~

word count: 1,771

music: chocolady – akdong musicians (akmu)

i like you a latte!

🌻🎨 miyoshi kazunari

kazunari regretted procrastinating on his big final project of the school year before winter break

he couldn’t help it! he said he’d start soon, but scrolling through his entire timeline took hours! liking posts and making his own creative trends was basically a requirement in his career as a social media influencer!

one thing led to another, and by the time kazunari looked up from his screen, he was surrounded by supplies and only less than half a week to finish a project he got assigned two months ago

no need to panic, just got to do everything right! kazunari went pale like the snowflakes outside and groaned, already stressed as he rubbed his face. this was not going to end well at all... he would need to pull all–nighters just to pass!

kazu⭐️ posted an update! : gonna be offline for a bit~ ♪ don’t miss me too much!!! rip my procastination (^з^)-☆

just a hour after he posted his stresses to the internet, his ears perked up at the custom ring tone he set for you blaring through his room. he took the phone out of his apron pocket and put it to his ear, still mapping out his design as he tried to hide his tiredness

(he hated worrying you, he’d rather have your attention when he was at his best over his exhausted, procrastinative state)

“yolo~! what’s up?” kazunari loudly asked, affectionately calling out your pet name as you laughed on the other end. kazunari could hear you put something on and the jingle of keys. coat? keys? where were you going at this time of night? kazunari pouted, looking at his work, he wished he could go out, too!

kazunari glanced out at his window, seeing it was dark outside. he was about to ask what you were doing before he heard your door close, his facetime screen popped up as he quickly pressed accept, wanting to see your face to motivate him to make some progress

you were walking down your sidewalk in the cold, wearing clothes that were too put–together at this time of night. your cheeks and nose were red from the frost as you grinned at him with all the energy in the world

“i saw your post! i know you’re tired, come on, let’s go get coffee!” you offered, and kazunari felt all his energy come back as he immediately nodded without considering staying behind to focus on his work. he needed you, his energy boost!

“whoa~ why are you so cute?! you know i love coffee! (and you)” kazunari complimented, pushing himself up and heard the crack of his bones. his neck was sore and his clothes were already stained, but he just wanted to see you as he shoved his feet in his shoes and left the studio he was renting

nothing could get between kazunari and his much needed picker–upper (you and caffeine, of course)!

you guys didn’t even have to say which café it was, you two went to the same place as always. it was the 24/7 café that felt like it always stuck in the holiday spirit. the colorful lights were up, there was a jukebox playing christmas classics, and kazunari felt like he was home when he stepped into the warm atmostphere

(like the social butterfly he was, kazunari animatedly exclaimed his greetings and held a small–talk conversation with the exhausted barista at the register. how he remembered the barista’s name was beyond him, and the employee just tried to stay awake as he moved to the back to take a nap. kazunari shrugged, you can’t win everybody, he’ll just try again at a better time)

when kazunari saw you at your usual table by the window with his favorite order and cookies, kazunari rushed over and pulled you into a hug, giving you a big kiss like always did when he wanted to express how much he loved you but couldn’t do it in words

you two were the only ones in the café since it was so late. chocolady by akmu was over the radio this time as the guitar strum made kazunari feel his worries melt away

how could he be stressed when his partner and favorite foods were right in front of him? kazunari slid into the seat next to you, wanting to be as close as possible as he laid his head on your shoulder with a sigh

(it was rare for him to be so clingy without wanting to be the big spoon, so it was nice to have your best boy in your arms because he wanted your love & support)

he was so tired but you always let him rest, it was comforting to know you were here with him and knew coffee would fix him right away

“thank you~ you know i love you, right?” kazunari hummed, taking your hand as he sipped his coffee with the other. it was sugary sweet, just how he liked it. this time, there was peppermint to signify the upcoming holidays

“words cannot espresso how much you bean to me! we’re seriously the perfect blend~” kazunari joked, holding up his marshmallow cup like it was a toast when you two were the only one awake at this hour

you laughed again, patting his head and gently massaging his temples as kazunari cuddled into your side. you always knew how to make him feel better, you were his caffeine dose of the day but like, everyday

“i love you too, kazu. even if your coffee puns are terrible (hey! kazunari took offense), school must be hard on you if you had to go offline for a while!” you comforted him as he nodded, closing his eyes when you pressed a kiss to his forehead. he loved you so much, every act of affection felt like an energy boost even though he felt sleepy in the dim lighting

“s’ my fault anyways, i was busy online.” kazunari murmured, trying to keep his eyes open but your body was so warm. he was in his pajamas too since he didn’t change, and it felt like he was cuddling you back in bed. this was tortue! how could he stay awake when you were super adorable like this?!

kazunari blinked, pushing himself off you as he stood up to stretch, appreciating the quiet music and the stillness of the city at night. suddenly, the song faded and shifted into a christmas song he knew you loved. when you were about to mention it, kazunari placed his drink down and held his hand out with a flourish of a bow

“m’lady~ you are brew–ti–ful, where have you bean all my life?” kazunari asked as you took his hand without a doubt and let him whisk you to your feet. you giggled, trying to not be so loud as you two slow–danced in the public café. anyone walking could see you two dancing through the window, any of the employees could have walked out, but it felt like you two were the only people in the world

you rarely got to witness a tired, more mellow kazunari (even though this meant he was more prone to make insufferable puns). so when you got to see his quiet, more vulnerable side, you always enjoyed his contemplative nature and ability to make anything a special memory. he was tired, but his smile was wide as he attempted to sing along to the lyrics

(he was off–tune on purpose, but you thought you fell in love all over again at the sight of his paint–stained pj’s and his blonde hair illuminated by the warm yellow lighting)

“kazu, stop!” you tried to pull away to avoid being too public with your pda, but he whined as he held you closer, swaying back and forth

“i like dancing with you,” kazunari said, pretending to brush a lock of your hair behind your ear before he put his foot behind your heel, causing you to fall back as he held you in a dip. “do i sweep you off your feet, or do i keep you... grounded?”

kazunari winked and you couldn’t help but laugh at his spontaneous quirks, wanting to retort with something just as punny before you looked past his face and noticed something hanging from the ceiling. oh, mistletoe

without warning, you leaned forward and caught him in a kiss, surprising him to the point where he almost let you go (you would’ve absolutely pushed him out into the snow to freeze forever). but, kazunari quickly tightened his grip as he kissed you back like it was the first

(that was one of your favorite things about kazunari. how it felt like you would never get bored and how his love was new everyday)

he tasted like the mocha peppermint latte you ordered for him and the chocolate cookie he just ate. he was sweet like christmas and all things nice, like he came straight out of a gingerbread house

when you two seperated due to the very awkward cough of the underpaid employee at the front desk, you laughed with no shame as kazunari casually apologized with his instant charisma (he even addressed the barista by name, how’d he even know?)

you two took your time to leave, returning back to your seats to talk more about your plans for the holidays and what to do next before you headed out into the cold

kazunari tossed his empty cup into the trash, noticing the label written as he turned towards you, practically glowing underneath the christmas lights decorating the sidewalk

before you could even say anything, kazunari gave you a peck on the lips and smiled

“thank you, really,”

kazunari pressed another quick kiss even though your face was red (and not just from the winter air)

“i like you a latte, hot stuff! ♪”

(you definitely pushed him into the snow this time)

(you had to give him your jacket when his pajamas were all soaking wet)

because of your coffee date, kazunari always came to the café after school to get his quick dose of nostalgic memories with the same peppermint mocha latte as always

(he always posted a pic, tagging you and affectionately tagging it with every heart emoji to show he was thinking of you)

(he’d remember how amazing you looked when you danced with him, and officially deemed christmas the best holiday ever)

kazunari managed to pass his project in on time and made it to winter break! after all, how could he spend christmas with you if he failed his classes?

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sanderstalker · 6 years

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The Fault in Our Sides Chapter 5: Friends

Warnings: Really bad humor my friend and I have, minor cursing, frustration with ones self. Let me know if I missed anything.

Word Count: 985

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It would be another few days, with the occasional text, until Thomas saw Angel again, though it was a chance encounter.

“Oh, hey Angel.” He greeted, stopping in front of her, his hands laden with grocery bags from the store, “How’s it going?”

She stopped, finding his sudden appearence amusing somehow, especially since he just came out of the store, and she had just arrived.

“Fine.” Was her simple answer, Indecisivness just behind her.

“That is not the vocabulary I would have used, but in this scenario, it is acceptable.”

“Seriously?” Angel turned, an unamused look plastered to her face. The safety ready girl’s response was a simple shrug as she disappeared.

“So… I’m going to assume that you are in fact, not ‘fine’.” This wasn’t Logan, this was Thomas.

“No shit Sherlock.” Angel growled.

“Screw you Watson.”

The sudden come-back was rather unexpected, considering none of Thomas’ sides had shown themselves quite yet. The brunette had become silent as she became unsure of this man she had met just recently. The girl was startled when he started to laugh.

“I’m just kidding!” He laughed harder, “There’s no need to be so serious!”

“Now kiddo, that’s not very nice language.” Patton scolded.

“Sorry Pat.” Thomas was still laughing.

All Angel heard was the laughter as her mind wandered to darker thoughts.

Even they laugh. They’re no different.

She was brought back from her thoughts as she heard her name, and found that it was Logan calling her.

“What?” She asked, quite confused.

“We have to leave,” Logan replied, “I do believe you have some shopping of your own.”

“Where you off to in such a hurry?” The girl asked, truly curious.

“Oh, just making dinner for some friends of mine!” Thomas beamed, halfway to his car already.

“Ah,” Angel nodded, “Have fun with that.” She stated, and entered the store, having nothing more to say.

//*\\

So. He has friends.

“I bet they don’t know.” Indecisivness stated.

“I bet they think he’s a freak!” Violence laughed.

“Wh-what if they could be nice?” Timidness said, perking up, but it disappeared as she was ignored once again, walking at the back of the pack.

“Who cares!” Obsession hollered, “Did you guys see the new Steven Universe episode last night?! IT WAS EPIC! They were all like WOOSH! AND BANG BANG! AND-”

“NO SPOILERS!” Most hollered.

“Shut it! You all saw it too!”

“You know I have a two second attention span.” Violence whined.

“Not my fault.” Obsession grumbled, then had an idea, “Okaaaaayyy. Who wants to see my fan art?!”

Violence zoomed to the princess-like girl, wanting to take a peak at her drawings, Indecisivnes and Timidness staying out of their infatuations, of course.

Angel continued to walk, wishing for quiet, just once in her life she wished she could have complete silence, her mind refusing to let her rest as it went several direction at once. Violence hating most of the ships in any Fandom, Obsession loving everything, and not taking a break, ever. Indecisivness was constantly going over the shopping list, debating on whether one product was better than the other, and Timidness, was useless.

“Can you all just, just shut up for once?” Angel stated, firmly, hoping no one heard her, though the short isle was oddly silent afterwards, “I need to think, for once, without your help.” She stated, softer than the first time, but still rather harshly. Her order was met with defiance.

“Make us.” Violence smiled, knowing her threat to be a hard blow to the already suffering girl.

“It would be illogical to not be involved when you often disregard your pocketbook.” Indecisivness said, matter-of-factly.

“BUT STEVEN UNIVERSE!” Obsession screamed, making Angel second guess the fact that no one could hear them.

Shaking her head, she continued with the constant banter of voices, seen, and heard, only by her.

//*\\

Meanwhile, Thomas had finally made it to his home, and started making dinner. Pizza. He placed his usual groceries away, then, wanting a break, he turned on his TV, and found the newly uploaded Steven Universe episodes ready, and waiting. Sadly, he didn’t get to watch all of it as his two best friends came bursting through the door.

“SOME BODY ONCE TOLD ME THAT YOU WERE MAKING PIZZA!” Joan burst out in song, of which Talyn finshed.

“SO I HAD TO COME AND GET ME A SLICE!”

Thomas shreiked in his laughter, then answered just as dramatically.

��HEY NOW, I GOT A THREE CHEESE, AND A SUPREME, OH YEAH!”

The group of three laughed, until Thomas realized the odd smell that started to permeate the air was the pizza being close to burning. It was saved, though the edges were slightly burnt.

“Uh… have you guys seen my pizza cutter?” Thomas asked.

“We literally just got here,” Talyn laughed.

“Never mind, I found scissors!”

“WAIT!” Joan hollered, “What would Patton say?”

Thomas looked to the punny father figment, who merely shrugged.

“As long as you don’t run with them kiddo!” With that he disappeared.

“We’re good!”

The Pizza was served, though a little oddly shaped…

“So,” Joan started around a mouthful off pizza, “How’s it going with the sides as a whole?”

Talyn nodded in agreement with the question.

“Uh… Mine are fine.” Thomas placed his plate of pizza down, suddenly no longer hungry as he thought of Angel.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Talyn asked, trying to fit another slice into their mouth as they tilted their head upward.

“Well… I met a girl-”

The two spit out their food.

“WE THOUGHT YOU WERE GAY!”

Thomas dragged a hand over his face.

“Not. Like. That you assuming shits.” He laughed.

“We know,” Joan laughed, “We’re just messing with you!”

Throwing a pillow at Joan, Thomas continued his story.

“Long story short, she ran me over with a shopping cart… and then I saw her sides… and she saw mine.”

*Cricket noise*

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Sorry about this being a little late. I am really bad at keeping a consistent schedule. Hope you liked it. Also this is the last chapter my friend and I have written and she has limited internet so it may be a while before we have more of this.

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#thomas sanders #Thomas and Friends #fanfic #the fault in our sides #oc #timidness #violence #idecision #obsession #roman sanders #logan sanders #patton sanders #virgil sanders #faults #new friends #sorry for the bad jokes

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somanydifferentthings · 6 years

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11 questions game

So, I got tagged by @slytherinvalues a couple days ago and for some reason the mail that I was tagged didn’t come through and I only just saw it. Anyways, thanks for tagging me, love!

1. if you can travel to and live in a fictional world, which one would you go to?

I think I would like to live in Wakanda (disregarding Infinity War). There are so many other places I would love to live in that would be way too dangerous and Wakanda just seems like the perfect place to do science-y stuff and learn so much and I love to learn new things.

2. do you think unconditional love exists? do you think it would happen on you?

I so think unconditional love exists. However, I don’t think love between romantic partners is unconditional. I think the only real unconditional love exists between parents and their children. And sure, it doesn’t exist for all children and their parents but I think that the only truly unconditional love is between parents and their child. Like, I know that my mum wants me to do shit and achieve things and do good in life and live my very best life and she will give me shit for not doing my best but she will always love me and that love really isn’t conditional to doing well or being successful or being good or straight or normal or whatever. The only thing I have to do/be for her to love me is to be her daughter and that will never change. And the same thing also counts for my father. I would also like to think that when I have children that I will be able to present them with the same unconditional love I got from my parents.

3. talk about your fav show/movie/anime/musical/book and why everyone who just go watch/read that already

it is really really hard for me to pick one. there are just so many good shows/movies/musicals/books that I would like to share but I’ll pick one book and two movies. The movie: The Perks of being a Wallflower I think everyone should see this movie. I think it’s beautifully made, it gives you pretty much the full spectrum of emotions over the course of the movies, it deals with mental health issues in a way that is (pretty) far from ideal but (at least that’s what I feel) is pretty realistic instead. It also has to of my top (gorgeous) actors: Emma Watson and Ezra Miller and everyone should appreciate them as well as all the other amazing actors that are part of this movie. It is literally one of my all time-favorite movies. (this movie is based on a book but I have not read that book and can therefore not comment on whether it’s good or maybe even better than the film) The book (and also the movie to it, really): Call Me By Your Name This book is so beautifully written, it makes you want to be in Italy and spend your own beautiful and exciting and emotional summer there. This also has happy and sad and exciting and sexy parts and when I read the fourth (and final part) of this book I cried so much that I couldn’t even see the pages anymore and I am not a big crier. The book, the audio book and the movie are all three amazing and pull you in, they make you want to be part of this story and they make you want to have a story like Elio (and Oliver)’s. The second movie: Honig im Kopf / Head Full Of Honey. I don’t think there is an English translation for it, but there are versions with subtitles out there. It’s a beautiful story that shows the adventures of a family where the grandfather has Alzheimers. It deals with it beautifully and, once again, makes you want to be there and have just as much fun and adventure and excitement as the characters in the movie. (here is a trailer)

4. what is one thing you’ve learned as truth as a kid that you know now is a wrong thing

I can’t really think of anything other than the Easter Bunny being real.

5. what question would you ask a person you’ve just met to know about them more deeply?

Maybe something along the lines of “tell me about something you’re passionate about” but I’m not really sure

6. do you like talking to a stranger? why or why not?

I do sometimes enjoy a good talk with a stranger. It just gives you an outsider who doesn’t really know anything other than what you tell them and even if they were to judge you for something, it doesn’t matter as much because you’ll never see them again anyways. That makes it easier to open up about certain things that would be hard to talk about to friends or people who you’ve known for a while. It really does depend on my mood whether I am actually up for it now though. Sometimes I have severe bouts of social anxiety or mad depressive episodes and then I definitely don’t want to talk to a stranger.

7. what is one activity that you could do forever without being bored of it?

I’d say it’s a tie between reading, singing and travelling. I mean, sure, I wouldn’t want to be travelling all the time, I’d want to be home as well, but I don’t think I could ever get sick of taking time for travelling. Same with singing and reading as well. I wouldn’t want to have to do it at all times, but I don’t think I will ever get sick of singing or reading.

8. pineapple belongs on pizza. agree? fight me on this

I really don’t like pineapple on pizza and I used to feel very strongly about this but I had to find that pasta bolognese tastes good on pizza and french fries taste good on pizza and steak, asparagus and sauce hollandaise taste good on pizza and these are all things that I would have been convinced that they should never ever be on a pizza and yet, I found that I kind like them. I don’t really like most sweet things in salty food though, which is probably where my aversion of pineapple on pizza comes from but it is getting better as my taste evolves and I grow older. I am mostly a ‘never say never’ person. I have changed my mind too much over to years to properly say never for most things.

9. what is your humour like?

dark, punny, sarcastic, meme-y, bad, stupid, whatever. It is pretty much all over the place

10. is there one person whom you would never forgive?

At the moment, I really can’t think of anyone that I would NEVER forgive. There are a couple people that I will not forgive for a very long time though.

11. tell me your best birthday memory

Well, I’ve planned most of my birthdays myself which made most of them turn out pretty much exactly the way I wanted them to, but the first memory that comes to mind is actually from back when I turned 4 (I think, could be 5 though). I actually sprained my ankle (I had to go to the emergency room and get an actual thin cast on my foot) the evening before and could therefore not walk which really screwed with the party plans my mother had and with getting to kindergarten via scooter so my dad took me by car and carried me in on his shoulders which was already glorious and then (because it was by birthday) I got to sit on the big birthday throne with my foot up on another chair and everyone was singing to me and some kids drew on my cast and it was all proper exciting and then my actual birthday party was still happening in the afternoon but instead of all the activities we only did the ones I could do and then watched a movie and then we had a second, smaller one a week or two later when I got my cast off.

So, I tag @slytherinvalues @im-a-slut-for-an-accent @emilyevanston @teckmonky @teamcap4bucky to answer the following eleven questions:

1. What is something you are really passionate about?

2. (kinda copying Jimmy Kimmel here) If you could have dinner with anyone in the world, dead or alive, where would you take them and what would you eat (and, if you want who would you take)?

3. What is something you are really proud of achieving? Maybe something nobody thought you could do?

4. What do you think is something like the perfect number (and genders) of children for them to get along perfectly?

5. What is a food that totally surprised you when you first had it? Bad or good.

6. If you could speak only one language from now on (that is not English) which would you choose and why?

7. You are an amazing human. What is one things that makes you outstanding?

8. Is there one thing that you’ve always wanted to learn? What is holding you back from doing so?

9. Would you rather have one billion dollars or always have the right amount of money in your pocket for what you need to be happy in that moment?

10. If your future self were to visit you from thirty years from now were to visit you right now, what is something that you’d want them to feel like they want to tell you.

11. Are you a dog or a cat person?

#tagged #eleven questions

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Comedy Clubs, Diners, Beds, and Showers

A/N Kaminaris hair color is flipped so the lightning bolts yellow and the rest is black. The rain poured down harshly on the city. The light blaring on the sign from the downtown comedy club. My eyes looked up at the sign as I noticed my old classmates names. Kaminari Denki: Late Night Show at 11:45pm. I removed my headphones as I closed up the purple umbrella I was using to shield me from the harsh rain. "So it's not a rumor huh, he really does comedy now? Oh Kaminari..." I looked around I slowly stepped into the building, I noticed a Pikachu car and giggled. 'Adorable, like he always was,' I thought staring at the car and pulling out my wallet. I walked over to the ticket booth and got one, I sat at the bar. A voice from behind asks me, "Woah, what's a pretty girl like not getting her beauty sleep~?" I was so surprised by the random voice I accidentally glitched to a booth in the back. I glitched myself back to bar to see the star of tonight's show. "Oh my god, it's actually you Kaminari-kun..." "Just call me Denki. It's been a while hasn't it~." I looked at him for a few seconds before realizing one major thing: his hair colors were flipped, the zig-zag was yellowish-blonde while the rest of his hair was black. He was wearing a thick maroon armband, black leather jacket, white v-neckline mildly tight t-shirt with black Jean's and combat boots, which honestly, looked fucking hot on the guy. "When did you change your hair color?" He orders two drinks which I hadn't caught him ordering. "I dyed it after high school, I was curious about trying different hair colors and this is the one that looked the best besides the original hair color on me. Do you agree with that~?" The bartender brought out two drinks to us, both alcoholic. "Maybe and are you trying to get me drunk or drug me so we have sex?" His eyes widen in shock. "I would never do that to anyone, I would always ask for consent and never take advantage of anyone in a vulnerable state. I get it, i may have seemed like the kind of guy to do that but I promise I'm not. If they don't want it, they're lucking out a wonderful night with me, but I'll respect their wishes." "Damn, that was quite the speech," I took a sip of whatever he ordered us and licked my lips. "So, what are you doing after your show?" Denki chuckles. "First you ask if I was drugging you and now you asking if I'm free after this, which I am. Quite contradictory I might say Y/n~." I glare at him. "I didn't mean it in that way idiot. Geez." He takes a full on chug of his drink and smirks handing it to the bartender. "Well, I hope to see you after the show, for whatever you need, Milady~," he says with an unnecessary wink and smirk. He walks away, briefly tapping my shoulder with his hand before heading to the stage for his show. "Wow, you must be important to him. He never really talks to the girl at the bar, he normally suggestively winks and gets them a drink before heading on stage,very lucky lady indeed," the bartender says wiping the glasses. "We were old classmates back at the U.A., he was always slightly perverted and stupidly cute, but that just added to his appeal to me." The bartender nods and looks at the stage as Denki pulls out a yellow and black guitar I recognized. He often played different American pop songs on this guitar on the music room back at the U.A., which honestly impressed a lot of us girls. He started making some jokes about high school strumming on the guitar. A bunch of people couldn't stop laughing but I was just giggling and smirking the whole dam tim e watchhing him do these things. His face was so dam straight the whole time which was funny to watch as he sang songs but Google Autocompleted some lines, which was hysterical to the point where my lungs were sore, my stomach was aching, and I was crying due to laughing too much. "Now back in high school, I had the title of perverted hot dumbass who made everyone laugh. Heh, guess I'm still all of the above not to brag. I would turn into the vulnerable idiot for an entire hour when I overused my quirk, which isn't all that shocking not to be punny, so that created a lot of memories, like that one time with the squad and we nearly burned down an abandoned building, I blame Bakugo for that and his flaming quirk..." for some reaosn shit like that manage to make everyone laugh. Probably from how many of them could relate. TIME SKIP BROUGHT TO YOU BY THE FACT THAT LIGHTNINGS HOTTER THEN THE SUNS OUTER LAYER:1 hour later. After his show and a few drinks layer the star came over to me with lipstick smeared all over his lips and cheeks. "Remember the days where no girl would even think of kissing me and here I am with strangers lipstick smeared on my face. I'm sure one of them was a guy, at least one." I giggled as he removed the lipstick marks. "Hey, you wanna go to a 24/7 diner?" I nod and he takes my hand and leads me outside, where the rain had stopped pushing on everyone. He opens the passengers side door of the Pikachu car out in the parking lot. "You ready, Milady~?" I giggle and hop in the front passengers side. He gets in next to me and pulls out of the parking lot. "How did such a badass looking guy like you end up with a Pikachu car," I ask as he starts driving towards an all-night diner. "So, what have you done with your life since high school," he asks me looking at the menu. "I work as a j/n(job name)." He smirks and nods. "Great career for you." We order some food, specially chocolate chip and peanut butter waffles for me and biscuits and gravy for him. We ate and talked for about half an hour, 1 am now. "Hey, um...do you wanna take this back to my place," he asks with a sliver of lust in his eye. "Sure, I fully consent to...a long morning with you." He smiles, pays the check, and takes me back to his place. "You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this with you. To have a relantionship, a true relantionship, with a girl like you." He says grinning like a madman. "Denki, are you okay..." "Can I make love to you tonight...?" I started at him in disbelief as he stops at a gray two stair house. "If not, then I'm cool with that but if yes, I'll make it the best night of your life. I promise." I go over scenarios in my head and can't find a good reason to say no, except me getting pregnant but I'm already taking birth control to shorten periods. He stares at me as I contemplate and notices the expression on my face. "Is that a no," he asks sadly. I shake my head. "I'm just going over certain situations that could happen. Like me getting pregnant, you leaving pregnant me, and depressing stuff lik..." He prevents my negative talk with the best kiss of my life, so far. His soft lips fit mine perfectly, leaving a romantic ting in my chest as he slowly moved away. "I won't leave you, ever. And if I ever do, it's probably cause I'm dead. Dont ever think that I'd leave you simply because I'm scared of parenthood, thats a stupid reason to leave a girl like you." I blushed at this. And then I nod, frantically. Because when he pulled away from that kiss I knew I wanted him, so badly. He let me out of the car, led me to his house, showed me around for a few and then we got to his bedroom. That's were the magic happened. He leaned down a little and started kissing me passionately. I slowly started leaning into him gently. To the point were we at the edge of the bed. "Damn, you really know how to get me desparate for you and your beautiful looks don't you...?" He smirks and grabs my waist then spins me and pins me to the bed, all while keeping the kiss together. Hot! We keep making out and he slowly spreads my legs away from each other so he can fit in between them. He rubs his hips against mine and kisses me deeply. I lightly moan into the kiss and he smirks as he runs his hands up and down my sides then pins my wrists down onto the bed forcing my upper body down onto the bed. "Mffmp!" He licks my lower lip slowly, asking for an entrance, and I deny him allowance. He growls and gropes my chest, causing a gasp, and ability for him to explore my mouth. Our tongues dance in harmony with a sequence of quiet moans coming from my throat. He moves away making me whimper and removes my shirt then his. He takes my hand and runs my fingertips along his 8 pack and chest and my hand travels to his hair where I tug on the hair and pull him closer. My back lifts up off the bed and he takes that opportunity to remove my bra, which only took a second for him. I had the immeadiant reaction to cover my chest but my wrist were pinned by his hand above my head. He looks directly in my eyes as he kisses my right breast slowly. "So soft and warm, perfect." He kisses my neck slowly, sending a little electricity which tingles sensually. He snaked his arm under my waist and pulled me closer as he kept kissing and sucking on certain spots on my necks causing moans. "God I love hearing you moan, such a turn on," he says before he lightly chuckles, feeling his warm breath against my neck. He licked my neck lightly where he left hickeys. "I never did ask if you wanted to be mine did I..." "I don't care, I wanna be yours. Make me yours." A river of red rushes to his cheeks as he kisses me softly. He carefully picks me up by my ass and shifts us around on the bed so my head's on a pillow. He kisses me as he slips something out, handcuffs, of his bedside drawer and slips it around both my wrists and the bed post. "I can't have you pleasuring me when tonight's the night where I give you the best night of your life." He sadistically smirks as he kisses my boob. He gives it a few cat licks on the areola and sucks gently on the nipple, slowly getting rougher over time. While he was doing that to one of the breasts, his other hand was tweaking at the nipple, and lightly electrocuting the nipple on that side, causing a moan to erupt from my lips. He switches the treatment and once done kisses me as he plays with my perked up nips with his soft fingers. My cheeks are burning up since he was looking directly in my eyes with a lustful fog over his golden yellow orbs while he was teasing me. He grins like a madman as he slowly removes my jean shorts slowly peeling them away from my wet panties. He throws them to the other side of the room. He kisses me and rubs my heat through the panties. "How easily did I make you wet huh, my little kitten?" I whimper and moan lightly. He smirks and roughly kisses me over and over, rubbing faster with my hips bucking upward towards his, under where a noticable boner is present. He rubs a little faster and I start moaning loudly and he groans. "I told you your voice was a turn on." He tucks his fingers under the waistband of my panties and pulls them down agonizingly slow, peeling them away from my wet heat. My liquid, dripping from them and he smirks. Licking it up off the underwear he dives back down to my pussy. He spreads my legs and chuckles against me. The heat of his breath unbearable against me. I struggle to break free from the handcuffs to pull his soft lips against my vagina. He smirks and licks my clit and entrance. Over and over his tongue teasing me insanely. He sucks oh my clit and slips his finger in me. "D-Denki~" He thrusts his finger in and out slowly, curving the finger to hit the g-spot recieving a moan from my lips. He sucks on the clit harsher, slipped two fingers in, and thrusted faster hitting the g-spot harder, deeper, and faster. A coil begins to wind up within me, slowly tightening. "Aaaaaahh~" He looks deep into my eyes and moves away from my heat. "I can't have you orgasming yet, I haven't even taken my pants off yet," he said seductingly with his smirk deepening. He removed the thick maroon arm band that was around his wrist and I finally realize that it was a blindfold. My eyes widened as he covered my eyes with it. "I heard this heightens the experience, I'm quite curious to try this you, knowing it's your first time, am I right?" I nod slowly and from what I could hear, he rests his hands next to my head. "Do you fully consent to me being your first time, to me, the high school flirt, taking your precious virginity," he asks seductively and slowly. And of course I nodded, with the state I'm in I would be mad not to. I feel his body heat leave the area round me and I hear a belt undo and something clothes fall to the floor. His sweet lips land on mine as he hops back on top of me. He spreads my legs as we kiss and rests the tip of his dick against my clit. "You ready?" I nod my head and he slowly puts himself into me. He rubs my hips gently and kisses me sweetly as he does this so slowly. And thank god he went in slowly, it felt like I was being ripped in half slowly. A few tears left my eyes under the blindfold and he rests his forehead on mine as he finishes up going inside. He kisses my cheek as he plays with my hair. "Can I move now?" I nod and he takes his dick out almost all the way and slams it back in quickly and I moaned, loudly. He takes this as a go ahead and does the movement over and over again slowly quickening and going harder. Which felt like heaven. "De~nki...~!" His hands kept themselves at my hips as he kept thrusting and nibbling at my breasts that were bouncing from how fast he was going. "They are absolutely perfect," he said in a breathy groan. A few more minutes of moans, groans, and skin slapping till the coil from before quickly starts winding up. "Go-d you're so~ tight...~." I gasp and struggle against the handcuffs. His hand slips under my head and pulls me into a kiss as he undoes the blindfold. I open my eyes to see his gorgeous eyes glowing bright and him also undoing the handcuffs. Click... My hands race towards his hair and upper back and he throws the handcuffs to the other side of the room. My fingers intertwine themselves with his luscious hair and pulls him into a sloppy make out. He smirks into the kiss as his hand leaves my hips and to my clit. "Let me try this..." his finger toys with my clit a little and then a pleasurable pain erupts as he used his quirk to stimulate me. I felt myself clench onto him and the internal coil broke as I orgasmed. "DENKI~," I screamed moaned as it happened. He groaned my name, "F/N~," into my ear as I felt his hot, gooey, seed shoot into me in a few squirts. He thrusts a few more times, riding out his high. His pupils are dialated as he looks directly in my eyes. He slowly pulls himself out and kisses me sweetly. "I love you, my pikagirl," he lovingly whispered into my ear making me giggle a little despite the fact that we're completely out of breath. We both take deep breaths for a few seconds and then he kisses me once more with one full of emotions. The kiss lasted a few seconds and he lays next to me. "I fucking love you so damn much." I move the hair away from his face and out of his glowing eyes. "I love you just as much." He sits me up against the bed post. He quickly gets his boxers on and throws me a t-shirt from his closet. "I think it'd be best if we sleep under a different blanket let alone bed." I giggle at his expression. He looks at me with a dumbfounded expression and I crack up. A sudden blush rushes to his cheeks and he looks away as he throws a soft blanket on me. I giggle as he slips into the bed next to me. "We should probably take a shower..." I snuggle into him. "That sounds like a good idea...although that might run into a round 2..." "I've got nothing against that." I looked into his topaz eyes and smirked. "Ooh boy do I like that smirk." He grabs my hips and brought me into a make out session. Soon enough he pulled me on top of him, with thighs spread, and grinded my hips against his, causing another erection from him. A streak of red spreads across his cheeks as we pull away. He pushes me away for a second and slips into me as I'm on the top sitting. I moan as he entered for the second time tonight, certainly not the last. I felt myself clench around his length as I started riding him. Moans were escaping my lips repetitively. He pulls me into a kiss slowly thrusting up into me, starting to turn the situation around. As I continue riding him, he starts to sit up and get off the bed, all while I'm still riding him, and carries me to the bathroom. He sets me down on the bathroom counter and pounds into my g-spot over and over perfectly. My inner thighs turn sore and red as he continues fucking me, only to then slowly go faster. More moans are erupting and plenty of groans coming from him along with the skin slapping noise as I slowly come to an orgasm. Then all of a sudden, his quirk decided to activate and numbs me waist down. I moan and release and he soon follows after that. A shit eating grin appears on his face as he slowly rides out his high. "Okay, I think we're ready for that shower..." He slips out of me slowly, giving me a feeling of emptiness. He heads towards the bath tub and turns it on. The showerhead lights up and he picks me up turns on the fan, and turns off the main light. Kaminari and I curled up towards the edge of a giant tub. I snuggled into his chest as the water slowly got warmer and slowly filled up the tub, but not too close to the edge. I entangled my fingers into his hair and he played with my hair. I slightly tugged on his softly luscious golden locks and he groans. I teasingly tug and pull a few more times making him groan more. "I didn't know you had a kink for this, hair pulling..." "Keep doing it and you'll regret it~!" I moan a little in his ear and he wraps his arms around my waist. "Really...a round three...you're up for that?" I smirk and nod.... "You bet~." TIME SKIP BECUZ I'M LAZY (I'll edit a few more rounds in later but I'm lazy right now.) MORNING KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK! "YO KAMI BOI, I heard you had company last night..." My eyes shot open to a loud voice in the doorway. I was currently smuggled up Kaminari's chest sleeping, somewhat, after our passionate night together, 5 rounds of romantic sex wore me out. Kaminari rubbed his eyes as the loud redhead, Kirishima, walks in with a tray with a stack of chocolate pancakes and milk, some syrup on the side. "You two must be hungry." I glared at Kaminari for a second. "You didn't tell me you lived with anyone." Kaminari yawns. "Must've forgotten to tell you about that." "Haha...that's so something you'd do Kiwinari..." I start to laugh. "Yeah...that nickname kind of stuck." I giggle and play with Kaminari's hair. "Well, I'll leave you two with the breakfast. You both are probably really tired, eat and then rest a little please. None of us like a sleepy Kaminari..." "US!?"

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